This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future.
When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
Saturday, March 3, 2007
I shan't forget, the kindness of angels, as far away as mountain tops and ever close as a bee to the hive. When the grip of reality uncomfortably takes control, your soft inner wings, so gentle I hold.